She's Nigerian and she looks like me.

Kind of makes me wistful about kids of my own. Of course, it'd depend on the guy I marry too. Alfiean and I kind of agree that if we were to have kids, they'd definitely be fat and asthmatic. But I reckon they'd be cute too. If they had curly hair and his eyes and smile.

Ramadhan has robbed me of the usual hugs and kisses the boyfriend showers me with. Perhaps that is why I am so cranky and bloody emo. I shouldn't complain. I hope it'll make us stronger.

There're so many things to say. And no one to talk to.


Theboyfriend has taken my laptop off to work. Darling if you're reading this: I miss you. Please don't snoop through my things. And remember to send in your application form. I don't want to remind you again.